Fuck.
I'm rushing, already predicting I'll blow this interview.
When I'm done showering, I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. Normally I'd shave in the shower, but I need the mirror to make sure I do a clean job.
A knock at the door startles me. "Come in."
I'm wound up and pressed for time but when Amelia enters and takes in my practically naked figure, her staring increases the excitement for my already out of control nerves.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you weren't decent."
"I'm covered… well, most of the parts that need it. What's up?"
"I was seeing if you needed anything."
I don't know if she's clocking the sixty minutes now or if she's truly being thoughtful, but I appreciate it.
"No, as soon as I'm done shaving, I'm going to iron my clothes and get dressed. You still don't mind taking me?"
"Nope." She's staring in my belly button region and I instinctively flex my stomach since I have an audience.
"Great, I'll be ready soon."
Myeyeslingerabit longer than they should when I leave the bathroom.
He's really something else. I can't go so far as to claim he's perfect, but he's pretty close. The only flaw he has is that personality that seems to continuously clash with mine.
And yet, I am slowly getting to know him a little bit more, and maybe he's not so bad.
I even go the extra mile and iron his clothes for him since he's so frenzied and late. And he'd have no idea where we keep the ironing board. It's the least I can do.
See, I can be an adult about this. We are turning a new leaf.
I'm in my room waiting for him to finish up when he steps through the doorframe in his boxers.
"You ironed my outfit?" he asks, the bulge in his briefs impressive as hell.
"Yeah, is that okay? Did I do a bad job?"
"Wow, thanks. You didn't have to do that."
"You're running late, and I wasn't doing anything."
"Thanks, I'll meet you downstairs in five?"
"Sure."
I watch his ass as he leaves. I've never cared about a man's backside until I saw Theo's. Consider me converted.
"Theo?" his mom calls from the first floor.
"Yeah?" he yells from his room.
"Bruce and I are going out. I wanted to wish you luck with your interview."
"Thanks, Mom!" he shouts back.
Exiting my room, I spot my dad.
